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A Pound of My Flesh	By : Spydie Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four: Torn Open
"Arl Eamon has left for Redcliffe and tells me that our armies have almost fully gathered there. I will be heading there myself," the Queen informed the group. Allana and her traveling companions stood in a small hall off the main throne room at Anora's request.
"The Arl will still lend us aid?" Allana questioned, "Even after we. .. even after I thwarted his effort to put Alistair on the throne?"
"Arl Eamon knows his duty to Ferelden. He will do anything in the best interest of the nation," Anora stated simply.
"I see," Allana said softly.
"Bring your companions and join us at Redcliffe Castle as soon as you are able," the Queen instructed. "You have united Ferelden, Warden. . . now we face the Blight." With that, she turned to exit.
"Your majesty, may I have a word?" Leliana asked, catching the woman before she left.
"Certainly, but please be brief. There is much to be done," Anora stood expectantly.
"Actually, I was hoping we could speak in private," the bard admitted.
"If you have anything to say, Leliana, it may be said," Allana pushed.
"No, nevermind. I am sorry to keep you, Your Majesty," Leliana said with a slight bow.
"You have peaked my interest. Please speak," Anora insisted.
"I am out of line, I apologize," Leliana said, bowing again.
"Just out with it!" Allana pushed.
"It's just, I know our fearless leader would never ask," Leliana said, eying Allana out of the corner of her eye. Allana crossed her arms and glared at the bard. Leliana continued, "Our funds are quite low. We have been traveling for quite some time and occasional perform odd jobs for a bit of coin, but many of us are in desperate need of new armor and our weapons in need of repair."
"Very well. I will send word to the armory and blacksmith of your needs. Is there anything else?" the Queen asked.
"No, you are quite generous. Thank you, Your Majesty," Leliana said with a bow. Anora exited and Allana glared at the bard.
"I know it was not what you wanted to ask. We have plenty of coin, Leliana," the elven warden growled as she exited the chamber.
"You have insulted our fearless leader," Zevran piped in.
"Oh, she is not fearless," Wynne said softly. "Her fears have been consuming her."
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"Do you know of anyone in need of helping hands?" Alan inquired. The group of men stood in the lobby of the Gnawed Noble tavern as Alan questioned the bartender for possible jobs. Alistair looked around the large room through the slit in his helm, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone who may recognize him.
"There are some odd jobs for some anonymous persons," the bartender said in a hushed voice. He handed over some pieces of worn parchment and Alan looked them over for a minute. He continued discussion with the bartender as the others stepped outside for fresh air.
Panic and anger caused Alistair to hold his breath as he watched Allana walk by him in a hurry. Her steps were quick and nimble, but obviously fueled by anger. Part of him wanted to follow, ask her what was wrong, but his rage kept him stationary and shaking with anger. After a few moments had passed, he took a deep breath. Throughout the day, he had heard rumors of the troops gathering in Redcliffe and the Wardens would soon be joining them. She would be leaving soon and he didn't have to worry about her recognizing him after that.
His body seemed to betray his logic as he began following her. Careful to stay several yards behind her, he trailed her into the Alienage and down a few back alleys. Oddly, her traveling companions were nowhere to be found. He shrug the thought and followed her through a short gate, careful to tread softly. He watched as she kneeled beside two large stones tucked in the earth. She grazed one with her fingertips and kneeled silently on the ground, closing her eyes.
Alistair moved a bit closer, but his armor clinked slightly and her head shot up toward him. "Out!" She said forcefully, moving to draw her sword. Surprisingly, she never got the chance. Alistair moved quickly and dragged her by her throat to the stone wall bordering the clearing. She coughed and chortled, not able to make a sound. Her hands gripped over his, clawing, trying to get him to release his grasp.
Alistair's rage blinded him from his actions. It wasn't until she stopped struggling, her arms laying limply at her sides as she stared down with tears brimming her eyes. Shocked at himself, he quickly let go, her tiny frame falling to the ground.
"Get it over with," she choked out. "Whatever you're planning." She rubbed her neck and coughed several times. He stared down at her. "Just finish it! Whatever you came here for, just do it!"
Alistair's fists clenched and unclenched before he turned to leave. After a few steps, he heard movement behind him. "Coward," she spat out. He turned and saw her braced against the wall, clutching her throat. Her shoulder length silky red hair was slightly tossled, pointed ears sticking out through the messy locks. Alistair couldn't help but think she was beautiful, even as battered as she was. Even as evil as she is, he thought.
After a few moments, she kneeled beside the two stones once more, keeping her eyes on him. He tossed the helm to the ground and eyed her. She gasped in shock and stared for a moment before sobbing uncontrollably. He picked up the helm quickly and turned to leave.
"Please stay," she whimpered. "Alistair, please." He stood still and silent. "Let me explain, please," she choked out between sobs, standing and moving closer to him. He turned to face her, lips pursed and eyebrows stitched together in a defiant glare.
"Who do you think you are?" he spat out. He stormed close to her and pulled her up by the collar of her lightweight leather armor she had purchased from the Dalish. He pushed against her bare throat, pinning her again to the stone wall. "You manipulated me. I was a toy," he hissed, but her eyes did not meet his. He pulled her forward and roughly against the wall again, her head hitting the rough stone. Tears were streaming down her face. "Did you ever feel anything? Or did you only just keep me around until someone who could benefit you came along?"
"I love you," she whispered.
He laughed. "If you loved me, you wouldn't have tossed me aside for the man who murdered our brothers. If you loved me, you would have supported my decision to be king," he hissed, one hand on her throat and the other working its way down her bare stomach. She shuddered at the feeling of the metal on her skin.
"Ali-"
"You were my first. You took that from me. You knew how important it was for me," he said, hand gliding down her stomach and over the leather pleats.
"It was important for me too!" She insisted, her eyes snapping up to meet his. Wet trails marked her cheeks. Before he knew what he was doing, he moved his face closer and kissed her roughly as his hand snaked under her skirt to cup her mound with an armored hand. She whimpered against his mouth, but returned his kiss greedily.
He let out an eerie laugh. "And now, it's my turn to play with you," he whispered into her ear. He moved aside the leather band and roughly shoved an armored finger inside her as his grip tightened on her neck. She gasped at the pain and clawed at the fingers around her neck.
"Ali, please it hurts," she cried.
"You deserve it," he hissed.
"Where did my Ali-bear go? Why won't you liste-" her words were cut off by a scream of pain. Another finger had joined the one working inside her.
"Listen to the rehearsed lies you're trying to feed me? I think not," he hissed.
"A Warden has to die to defeat the archdemon!" She cried out.
He withdrew from her as she slumped to the ground. "What?" was all he could manage to say.
"It has to be a Warden, Ali. 'In death, sacrifice,'" she said quietly, hand darting between her legs and withdrawing it again, coated a dark red. "I wasn't sure of it, but Riordan confirmed last night after Loghain's Joining."
"Why didn't you tell me?" he shouted at her.
"I wasn't sure! You keep looking to me to guide you and I didn't want to mislead you. But I was so scared of losing you, it blinded me! I was selfish, Alistair. Every decision I made was meant to keep you together with me," she pleaded.
"I can't even look at you right now," he growled before placing the helm upon his head and leaving.
...
"Find him!" Allana ordered as she returned to the inn.
"Find who?" Zevran asked, turning with surprise as Allana burst through the door.
"Alistair. He's still in Denerim. He's here, he hasn't left," she choked out.
"My dear, what happened?" Wynne asked softly, stepping closer to the elven warden.
"He's still here," she said with a weak smile. "He was in the Alienage." The group stared at her.
"Forgive me for being blunt, but what in the Maker's name happened to your neck?" Loghain questioned as he moved closer to Allana.
"We fought. Briefly. Please, someone help me find him! I lost his trail on the way back," Allana said quickly as a hand went to her neck - the same hand smeared with blood, her blood.
"And blood! Are you alright?" Leliana pressed.
"I'm fine! But he's not! Please, we need to find him!"
"I'm afraid there isn't time," Riordan spoke softly, "We have orders to leave for Redcliffe immediately. Everyone has already packed."
AN: Looks like trouble! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Reviews? Pwease?
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